[Chorus: Quavo]
Motorsport, yeah, put that thing in sports (skrrt, skrrt)
Shawty bad (bad), pop it like a cork (pop it)
You a dork, never been a sport (dork, yeah)
Pull up (woo, woo), jumpin’ out the court
Cotton candy (drink), my cup tastes like the fair (cotton)
Straight up there (where?) we didn’t take the stairs (where?)
Faced my fears (fears) gave my mama tears (mama)
Shiftin’ gears (shift,) on the Nawf, get serious (serious)

Snippets from Powerhouse NYC

[Verse: Quavo]
That’s how it feels to get at me
It’s gon’ [?] on your backstreet
Sit so high in the nosebleeds

[Verse: Offset]
Angel make dark disappear
While I hit the gas [?] rear
Hid some racks in the back of the mirror

[Verse: Cardi B]
Ride the dick like a BMX
No nigga wanna be my ex (no)
I love when he go on tour
‘Cause he cums more when I see him less
I get upset off, I turn Offset on
I told him the other day
Man, we should sell that porn
Yeah, Cardi B, I’m back, bitches
I don’t wanna hear I’m actin’ different
Same lips that be talkin’ ’bout me
Is the same lips that be ass kissin’
These hoes ain’t what they say they are
And their pussy stank, they’re cash dissin’
Same hoes that was sendin’ shots
They reachin’ out like their back itchin’
Why would I hop in some beef (Why?)
When I could just hop in a Porsche?
You heard she gon’ do what from who?
That’s not a reliable source, no
Tell me have you seen her?
Let me wrap my weave up
I’m the trap Selena
Dame mas gasolina

Heard you callin’ everyone
Now call ’em back, ’cause I got another one
Heard you was kiddin’, sayin’ I ain’t havin’ none
But that’s okay baby, ’cause now you my son
They like, “Yo, Rem go in again”
My flow cold, her ink froze in the pen
You gotta go, you gotta go, lil hoe
I kick a dead horse till it don’t move
Don’t come around me, now I got the crown, see
I beat you with punches in 48, you Ronda Rousey
The wigs and nose, you a whole clown, B
I better not ever hear you say anything about me
I came from behind bars like a bottle girl
No candy bars, I raise the bar, I’m like a bodybuild
All blue Maserati, sawed-off lil shottie
Put blood in your head, leave your whole damn head red, Lil Yachty
Oh, and if you doubt that, you can catch me outside, bitch, how bout that?
When it’s dark and hell is hot, I’ll DM your ex
Sittin’ here now like, “Who I’ma DM next?”
I handle these bars like a BMX, Grrr
Get at me dog, DMX
And I’m waitin’ for a bitch to talk outta her neck
‘Cause we got pictures, we got videos, and we got texts

Already took a L, now you got another one
I secure the bag, now I got another one
I caught the W, now I got another one
Yo, what’s that shit you be sayin’, Khaled?
(Another one)
Already took a L, now you got another one
I secure the bag, now I got another one
I caught the W, now I got another one
Yo, what’s that shit you be sayin’, Khaled?
(Another one)